It won’t be the last time
This morning, Lina and I are driving to school as usual. She sits in the back, munching on cheerios. As we make the turn to leave our neighborhood, we pass a few folks sitting on the side of the road, obviously waiting for something.
“Pee-poo. Sit. Grond.”
“Yep, there are some people sitting on the ground” I explain, helpfully. “They’re probably waiting for the bus.”
She’s quiet, thinking. Munching.
Then, “No. Ky.”
“Do you think they’re waiting for a car?”
“Yes. Ky.”
“Not a bus?”
“Ky.”
“Car.”
“Yes.”
I think about this, and it occurs to me that she’s absolutely right. That if they were waiting for the bus, they would be doing so AT THE BUS STOP on the opposite side of the road. I tell her this. She shrugs it off and continues chewing and thinking. Then this:
“BIG ky.”
“Don’t get cocky.”